'Twas a day dark and profound,
When the soft drizzle made wet the ground.
But the occasion was more deep,
As the mourners wanted to weep.
A warrior had died, I can't say
Whether he was noble or ignoble in any way.
His actions in this temporal land
Are to be judged by History, not my hand.
I do know, though, that this warrior
Did not have faith in any supreme savior.
He only believed in the dictates of Fate
Which was for further consequences a mere
gate.
The mourners thronged 'round,
Making their way to the burial ground-
Quoth the late fighter, "Bury me when I'm
dead,
For my body shall give the future bread".
Black clouds, black earth, black robes-
All dark and unknown,
Brought forth the Requiem.
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The Requiem Service
PoetryMy first trial to write poetry divided into cantos or parts, rather than stanzaic division. The inspiration was Paul Walker's death, but like Shelley, I expressed myself using the poem. Hope you enjoy.
